In one of the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette stories about Sidney Crosby once again delivering season tickets by hand, it was mentioned that Sidney Crosby will be living with Mario Lemieux and his family. Again. For the fourth year in a row.
“I’ve been looking for a place for the last year, but I haven’t found anything I’m quite ready for yet,” Crosby said after spending time at the Mt. Lebanon home of David and Mary Disney, original Penguins season-ticket holders dating to 1967.
Come on, Sid. You’re a rich young man. It’s okay to move out on your own.
At some point, the Lemieuxseses are going to have to consider this creepy, right? Who wants a 21-year-old best hockey player in the world walking around their kitchen eating Captain Crunch with Crunchberries every morning in his pajama bottoms? Let’s face it, at this point Crosby is an unwelcome house guest. He laughs too loud at tivo’ed episodes of Two and a Half Men, drinks orange juice straight out of the bottle and leaves the seat up. He sings Motown songs offkey in the shower and calls Mr. and Mrs. Lemieux “mom and dad.” He also hangs around creepily when Lemieux’s teenage daughters have sleepovers, awkwardly injecting himself into the conversation with things like, “So uh, what’s goin on with you guys?”
The kid’s going to make $9 million this year in NHL salary alone, never mind endorsements and everything else. NINE MILLION! I doubt he can’t find the house he wants for that kind of money. Looks like someone’s got serious issues with letting go.